swear allegiance

If you’re using the terrorist attacks in London to try and push your political ideas or islamophobia, fuck right off.

No, we do not need guns in the UK. The availability of guns wouldn’t have helped the situation, but made it 100 times worse. Those terrorists attacked people with knives. Imagine the absolute fucking carnage if they’d been able to shoot.

No, the policy of ‘keep calm and carry on’ does not demonstrate our weakness. It’s the ultimate act of defiance against terrorism, which by it’s very definition attempts to disrupt our lives and make us too afraid to continue. I agree that action must be taken, but our refusal to submit to fear is one of the things I am proudest of about our country, and in all honesty, what else is there to do? Action is being taken against terrorism - MI5 stop dozens of terrorist plots each year. But if we can’t eradicate the cause of this hatred and violence, terrorism will never end. We can’t catch every terrorist. Someone will always slip through the cracks.

No, Muslims are not the problem. Muslims are not terrorists. Terrorists are extremists, whose actions have nothing to do with the faith that they falsely swear allegiance to, for Islam is a religion of peace, and Islamic extremism is nothing but a perversion of that. Having seen Trump’s tweet about his ‘Muslim ban’, I have never been more furious. That ban is not an anti terrorism measure, but a policy of racism and islamophobia, and I speak for the majority of Britain when I say that we want nothing to do with it.

Now is not the time to argue, to profess ignorant political ideas or to perpetuate racism. People have died. Have some fucking sympathy. Let us grieve.





Y’ALL. i’m cackling. “to thrust violently” jfc i am going to burst into laughter every damn time they say vrepit sa seriously to each other bc 1. they are talking about slavic vamps and 2. TO THRUST VIOLENTLY

this is pretty interesting tho bc if ‘vrepit sa’ means, basically, to stab, then are they really swearing allegiance to the galra empire, or is it just a promise of more violence? or did some nerd on the voltron writing team just think ‘space vampires’

anyway bat boy is actually bat boy and i am satisfied

the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened.

regulus is nine when he first hears sirius fighting with their parents, railing against their tyranny and prejudice and cruelty. the shouting and smashing frighten him, chase him deep under his covers where he cries silent steady tears until sirius slips into his room hours later and coaxes regulus out of his cocoon, whispering soothing loving words of comfort and fierce apology.

regulus is eleven when he enters hogwarts, excited and wide-eyed at the enthusiastic crush of fellow students laughing and reuniting. after his mother warns him of mudbloods and father reminds him, toujours pur, sirius wrestles him into a headlock, dragging him into a compartment where there are three joking boys–gryffindors–who embrace and welcome regulus into their midst. when regulus sorts slytherin, he glances over at the sea of red and gold, but sirius looks away disappointed, mouth grim, eyes closed, to the beat of regulus’s sinking heart.

regulus is sixteen when he joins the death eaters, swears allegiance to a charismatic lord and band of idealistic brothers. they speak of purity, of justice, of oppression–all familiar cadences to pureblood son regulus–eliminating blood traitors and rewarding the worthy. he is swept up in visions of glory and familial pride, approving mothers and fathers and brothers.

regulus is eighteen when he stands on the edge of a precipice, hands shaking as he drinks and drinks and drinks, kreacher trembling by his side. there are regrets, so many regrets, and as he takes his last gasp, the horcrux safely stowed away, he can almost glimpse sirius smiling tenderly at him from a distant far-off shore, arms wide open and pride shining in his glance.

the black brothers: one too soft, the other too hardened. regulus and sirius, death eater and marauder, slytherin and gryffindor, blood faithful and blood traitor, weak and strong, strong and weak, soft and hard, hard and soft.

Severus Snape: leaves the Death Eaters (sort of) after years of actively discriminating against muggleborns, literally only because the girl he “loved” was being hunted down by his boss after he fucking told him about the prophecy because he resented her son and husband. But once he finds out that she is in trouble, too, he swears his allegiance over in order to save her and only her. Not her husband and son. Just her.

Regulus Black: Is raised with the pressure to one day honor the family and become a Death Eater. Actually sees how horrible it all is and figures out his boss’ secret and becomes a fucking secret agent of his own accord to take him down. Tells only his house elf. Dies in the pursuit of doing what he knows to be the right thing.

If Harry had half a brain he would’ve been able to tell who the real heroes were.


          The Privy Councillors formed a line as they came before her to swear allegiance. To her relief, Melbourne was first, and as he knelt before her in formal obeisance she whispered, “Thank you for your letter, Lord Melbourne”.
          He looked up at her, and she thought that he was remarkably handsome for a man old enough to be her father. “I am glad you found it useful, ma’am”

Okay but seriously the sheer Disrespect that Sabine shows her defeated opponent here I am LIVING.

Not only does she spare Saxon’s life (a cruel mercy for someone who fancies himself a proud Mandalorian warrior) even after he was too proud to submit–with the implication that he’d be thrown in Castle Wren’s dungeon until he agreed to swear allegiance to her like Rau did–she orders her brother to take him captive with a nod and just. 

Walks away. Smirking. Completely unconcerned that she’s defenseless against her defeated enemy at her back, because she knows he isn’t a threat to her. She defeated him in single combat in full view of his troops, both the Supercommandos and Clan Wren’s warriors stopping their battle to watch the duel between their leaders for the Darksaber, and both sides saw Gar Saxon with the fingers on his right hand sliced off, with two lightsabers crossed at his throat. His power is gone, he’s lost control of his Supercommandos, before long word of his defeat at the hands of a teenage rebel will spread back to Mandalore and destroy what little support base he has that comes from below instead of from the Empire.

Sure, he still has a blaster, but he’s no threat to her even if he’s enough of a dishonorable coward to try to shoot her in the back after his defeat–which as it turns out he is. Because Sabine knows that her brother will shoot Saxon dead the moment he tries anything–though her mother delivers the coup-de-grace instead, to Sabine’s surprise.

Sabine doesn’t know what she just did here–or she does but she’s in denial about it–but Fenn Rau does. When he lists off the crimes that Saxon deserved death for, he starts off with “treason against the throne”.

Because in the eyes of everyone watching Saxon lost his position as ruler of Mandalore the moment that he was at Sabine’s mercy, and by drawing a weapon to shoot her in the back he was trying to kill the woman who was now his rightful liege by Mandalorian tradition.

anonymous asked:

Umar (r.a) didn't attack Fatimah's (r.a) house because simply there is no proof support that event. Stop spreading false statements

I will write about the injuring of Hazrat Fatima (sa) by Umar according to Sunni books which describe the story of the last days of Hazrat Fatima (sa), and her martydom.

“It is stated that Umar rushed (to the door of the House of Fatimah) and brought them forcibly while telling them that they must give their oath of allegiance willingly or unwillingly.”
- History of al-Tabari, English version, v9, pp 188-189

“When Umar came to the door of the house of Fatimah, he said: “By Allah, I shall burn down (the house) over you unless you come out and give the oath of allegiance (to Abu Bakr).”
- History of Tabari (Arabic), v1, pp 1118-1120
- History of Ibn Athir, v2, p325
- Al-Isti’ab, by Ibn Abd al-Barr, v3, p975
- Tarikh al-Kulafa, by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, p20
- Al-Imamah wal-Siyasah, by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, pp 19-20

“By God, either you come out to render the oath of allegiance, or I will set the house on fire.”Al-Zubair came out with his sword drawn. As he stumbled (upon something), the sword fell from his hand so they jumped over him and seized him.”
- History of Tabari, English version, v9, pp 186-187

“Ali refused, and so the house was surrounded by an armed band led by Abu Bakr and Umar, who threatened to set it on fire if ‘Ali and his supporters refused to come out and swear allegiance to Abu Bakr. The scene grew violent and Fatimah was furious.”
- See Ansab Ashraf, by al-Baladhuri in his , v1, pp 582-586
- Tarikh Ya’qubi, v2, p116
- Al-Imamah wal-Siyasah, by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, pp 19-20

Umar asked for wood, and told those people inside the house: “I swear by Allah who has my soul in his hand, that if you do not come out, I will burn the house.”Someone told Umar that Fatimah was inside the house. Umar said: “So what! It doesn’t matter to me who is in the house.
- Al-Imamah wa al-Siyasah by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, pp 3,19-20

O’ daughter of the Prophet! I didn’t love anyone as much as I loved your father, nor anyone after him is more loving to me as you are. But I swear by Allah that if these people assemble here with you, then this love of mine would not prevent me from setting your house on fire.”
- History of Tabari, in the events of the year 11 AH
- al-Imamah wa al-Siyasah by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, beginning of the book, and pp 19-20
- Izalatul Khilafa, by Shah Waliullah Muhaddith Dehlavi, v2, p362
- Iqd al-Farid, by Ibn Abd Rabbah al-Malik, v2, chapter of Saqifah

Abu Bakr asked ‘Ali to support him, but ‘Ali refused, then Umar went toward the ‘Ali’s house with a burning torch. At the door he met Fatimah who said to him: “Do you intend to burn the door of my house?” Umar said: “Yes, because this act will strengthen the faith brought to us by your father.”
- Al-Ansab Ashraf, by al-Baladhuri, v1, pp 582,586

‘Ali and Abbas were sitting inside the house of Fatimah, Abu Bakr told Umar: “Go and bring them; if they refuse, kill them.” Umar brought fire to burn the house. Fatimah came near the door and said: “O son of Khattab, have you come to burn our house on me and my children?”Umar replied: “Yes I will, by Allah, until they come out and pay allegiance to the Prophet’s Caliph.”
- Iqd al-Fareed, by Ibn Abd Rabb, Part 3, Pg. 63
- Al-Ghurar, by Ibn Khazaben, related from Zayd Ibn Aslam

“They surrounded ‘Ali (as) and burned the door of his house and pulled him out against his will and pressed the leader of all women (Hadhrat Fatimah (sa)) between the door and the wall killing Mohsin (the male-child she was carrying in her womb for six months).”
- Abul Hassan, Ali ibn Al-Husayn Al-Masudi, Isbaat Al-Wasiyyah

“On the day of ‘Bay’aat’ (paying allegiance), Umar hit Fatimah (sa) on the stomach such that child in her womb died.”
- Slahuddin Khalil Al-Safandi, Waafi Al-wafiyaat

“During her last days, when Abu Bakr and Umar sought the mediation of Imam ‘Ali (as) to visit the ailing Hazrat Fatimah (sa), as quoted by Ibn Qutaybah, she tured her face to the wall when they greeted her and in response to their plea for appeasement reminded them of the prophetic declaration that one who displeases Fatimah (sa) has displeased the Prophet and finally said: ”I take Allah and the angels to be my witness that you have not pleased me; on the other hand, you have angered me. When I shall meet the Prophet (S) I will complain about you two.
- Al-Imamah wa al-Siyasah, by Ibn Qutaybah, v1, p14

“Fatimah became angry with Abu Bakr and kept away from him, and did not talk to him till she died. She remained alive for six months after the death of the Prophet. When she died, her husband ‘‘Ali, buried her at night without informing Abu Bakr and he said the funeral prayer by himself.”
- Sahih al-Bukhari, Chapter of “The battle of Khaibar”, Arabic-English, v5, tradition #546, pp 381-383, also v4, Tradition #325

“Fatimah the daughter of the Prophet sent someone to Abu Bakr (when he was a caliph), asking for her inheritance of what Allah’s Apostle had left of the property bestowed on him by Allah from the Fai (i.e. booty gained without fighting) in Medina, and Fadak, and what remained of the Khumus of the Khaibar booty. …but Abu Bakr refused to give anything of that to Fatimah. So she became angry with Abu Bakr and kept away from him, and did not task to him till she died. She remained alive for six months after the death of the Prophet. When she died, her husband ‘‘Ali, buried her at night without informing Abu Bakr and he said the funeral prayer by himself.”
- Sahih al-Bukhari, Chapter of “The battle of Khaibar”, Arabic-English, v5, tradition #546, pp 381-383, also v4, Tradition #325

It’s therefore no surprise that Abu Bakr is reported to having intense regrets in his final moments…

Abu Bakr said (on his death bed): “I wish I had not searched for Fatimah’s house, and had not sent men to harass her, though it would have caused a war if her house would have continued to be used as a shelter.”
- History of Ya’qubi, v2, pp 115-116
- Ansab Ashraf, by al-Baladhuri, v1, pp 582,586

Fatima binte Rasulallah (sa) said: Why do you not support my right?

- Sharh Nahaj ul Balagha by Ibn Abi al Hadeed, vol. 4, page 108 (Beirut)

I hope this clarifies your doubts. May we be amongst the sincere followers of Fatima Zahra (sa).

my favourite part of any zelda game ever is that moment when Link and Zelda are standing in the castle courtyard in Ocarina of Time, peeking through the window at Ganonodorf who is presumably swearing allegiance to the king or whatever and Zelda is like “see him? He’s tots evil. Look at him, he’s such a liar. I can’t believe my father trusts him. He’s obviously diabolical. My dream told me so.” And Link is like nodding along. 

And it’s so obvious that Gan can hear everything they are saying cause they’re like ten years old and think they’re being super secret talking in stage whispers and instead of getting mad or ignoring them, he suddenly turns his head like “boo!”

Like he thinks it’s the funniest shit that these two kids are talking about him. 

Power Structures of Those Beneath the Hill

Note: I know this doesn’t quite mesh with what charminglyantiquated has said, but it’s been my take (with a few tweaks) on power structures in the Underground since I was about 12. And yes, it definitely draws inspiration from the Dresden Files, Holly Black’s Tithe, and even Harry Potter a bit.

There are three different groups who live in the Underground. There are the Fae, the Animals, and the Shifters. Each group has a different hierarchy.

The Fae have the Courts, which number in the thousands. There are different courts for each season, for whether they call themselves Light (Seelie) or Dark (Unseelie), for different locations. But each court has four distinct positions (sometimes five) which are the highest any individual fae can reach, and the most power they can have.

Despite humans considering the titles gendered, they are not. (The fae do not understand gender the way humans do.)

The highest title is the Ancient One, also recognized as the Crone. The Ancient One holds the most power and can override any of the other titled beings, but rarely does. They have passed the need for politics, transcending the court system, becoming Lovecraftian in nature and are on their way to joining what the fae perceive as “royalty”, the eldritch horrors so huge and terrible that to see them is to lose what sanity you had.

Beneath the Ancient One is the Queen, or Mother. The Queen is the final word on any dealings of the court, running the day-to-day and making judgments. One day, the Queen will become the Ancient One in turn, but for now the Queen is bogged down in manipulating their court, and struggling for power against other courts. It is the Queen who directs battle and rides at the head of any war party, and it is the Queen who gains first tribute following any victory, be it on the field of war or a game of wits.

Below the Queen is the Lady, often referred to as the Maiden, although virginity has nothing to do with it. The Lady tends to appear lighthearted, in charge of parties and entertainments for the court. The Lady is also the master of spies, and it is the Lady who holds all official contracts. The Lady is trusted to make judgments and rule when the Queen is absent or busy (or bored). They must be, for when the Queen becomes the Ancient One, the Lady will become Queen.

Then there is the Knight. They are tasked with training the court’s warriors, and protecting the Queen and the Lady (and, if there is one, the Consort). The Knight bows to no will except that of their protectorates. They will never gain a higher office, and their life is devoted to the Lady and the Queen. If ever they are unable to fulfill their duty, they are replaced in a tournament that ends in their death, and their killer takes their place. (If the new Knight is unsuitable, the Lady will have them quietly assassinated, and another will be appointed.)

The occasional last member of the titled fae is the Consort. They are there for the pleasure of the Queen (and sometimes the Lady and Knight as well). While they have a life of luxury and power and can order about the court, they are not trusted to judge, and cannot direct the Knight. They will never be put in a situation where they could lead, and should they appear to be pushing the boundaries of their office, or fail to occupy the Queen, they will be killed, and the position will be given to another. And if ever they are involved in the death of either Queen or Lady, they are not simply murdered, but fed to the Ancient One.

The fae are able to work their way up in their court through right of conquest or currying favor, although they will never gain the spot of Lady or Queen by challenging the current titled fae to a duel, as those positions are by appointment only. On the other hand, as stated previously, the role of Knight can be taken by force. As a result, between challenges and protecting the Queen and Lady, the Knight tends to be fighting near constantly.

The courts are constantly fighting one another, sometimes through actual, bloody war, sometimes using political maneuvering, all in an attempt to gain power. Despite this, none of them will ever successfully upset the balance. Each court has their allies and arch-enemies, and whilst the nobles must swear allegiance to the titled, an oath difficult or even impossible to break as it is sworn on their True Names, the minor fae are unsworn and can drift between courts at will. Should any of the titled realize the power they could gain from coercing the minor fae to swear to them, the struggle would end and the court in question would reign supreme. But from their high thrones of gold and precious metals, they fail to see the minor fae as anything beyond a powerless mass of minions, amusement and cannon fodder.

As for the Animals, who rules varies from group to group. For instance, the Corvids, have a ruling pair, King and Queen, and their issue are royal and one day the wisest among them will take the title of King. Any corvid may speak out against the decisions of the royals without threat of retaliation, but it is the royals who make the final decisions. The Foxes have a ruling council of nine, and while most foxes go about their lives without needing their ruling or input, any serious disputes are brought before the Nine, and those involved swear to abide by their judgment. Dragons have a class system of sorts, some who consider themselves above others and act as though it actually places them there, but no rulers and no final arbiter. Centaurs have a seer who reads the stars. They direct the centaurs in times of peace, and choose their leaders in times of war. Unicorn herds are generally small and wary of outsiders, even of their own species. They are led by the eldest mare or stallion, who is trusted to be the best for the herd, due to their many years of life.

Finally, there are the Shifters, who can trade their skin or pelt for a human form. Selkies and werewolves and kitsunes, among many others. They live in packs, separate from both Fae and Animal, and each group is run by the Pack Leader. In this, they are the most like humans. Pack leaders can be chosen, or they can take power on their own merit or through a coup. The way each pack leader rises to the position is unrelated to how any other pack leaders comes to power.

Animals consider themselves unencumbered by the messy political dealings of the Fae, while the Fae look down on the Animals for having no interest in fighting for power. Shifters hold themselves apart from either, also believing they are better than the others. Animals and Shifters prefer to live Above, and tend to like one another and humans better than the Fae. The other thing that sets them apart from the Fae is their ability to lie, something the Fae envy, and which leaves them very hesitant to make alliances, since all that holds the Animals and Shifters to their word is “honor”.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: Dressed to Kill

i….am procrastinating this paper super hard….so i started a one-shot series. isn’t that fun?

bit of a T rating, but if you don’t mind that, enjoy :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Dressed to Kill

Summary: “You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Chlonette Assassins AU

1. Flirting on the Job

“You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner, staring at the two guards stationed at the door at the other end of the courtyard. She finished screwing her suppressor onto her own gun and checked her pockets for her compression gloves. “So if some asshole has me in a chokehold, you’re not going to punch him in the face because you have to protect your goddamn gel manicure?”

“I never said that,” Chloe groaned. “Obviously I’d clock him straight in the nose, but I will expect you to pay for my replacement manicure since you shouldn’t be getting yourself into that situation in the first place.”

“Oh nice.”

“I’m a single woman, I deserve to pamper myself, sue me.”

Marinette fastened the velcro of her gloves and counted the knives she had strapped to her thigh. “That’s your own fault. I offered to sleep with you literally last week and you said no.” She checked her watch. “Shifts change in 3 minutes.”

“Roger,” Chloe replied automatically. “Also, fuck you, you told me you’d sleep with me because, and I quote, you found my dry spell ‘cripplingly pathetic.’”

“I mean, it is. Offer still stands,” Marinette winked. 

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Original Twins

Summary: Reader is Nik’s twin sister. She arrives in New Orleans just as Nik is being attacked by Marcel’s Vamp Gang.

Character: Reader, Niklaus Mikaelson, Marcel Gerard, Rebekah Mikaelson, Marcel’s Vamp Gang, mention of Elijah Mikaelson and Mikael

Fandom: The Originals

AN: I wasn’t going to post this today but I thought what the hell right? So I’m posting it and I really want to know what you guys think about this one.

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Unpopular MareCal Opinion

You would probably disagree with me, but I had to let this out.

Another Calore betrayal. (King’s Cage, page 506)

I seriously think “betrayal” is kind of an overstatement to refer to what Cal did to Mare. “Betrayal,” basically, means “an act of deliberate disloyalty.” However, not once did Cal swear allegiance to the Scarlet Guard. He stayed with them, because he wanted to be with Mare, and frankly, where else could he have possibly gone? He unwillingly killed Silvers, because that was part of staying with the rebels. He fought alongside the Guard, because he wanted to get Mare back. He made it pretty much obvious that he only stayed because of Mare. Even Farley knew this. Cal had always been outright against the ways of the Scarlet Guard. One can only betray a country, a group of people, or a person if a promise of loyalty has been made. Cal never promised anything to the Scarlet Guard.

It was Mare, who assumed―or more like repeatedly convinced herself―that Cal had chosen a side, that he’d chosen the Scarlet Guard, that he’d chosen her, when back in GLASS SWORD, she’d been so certain that he would leave her in the future.

He is not only a distraction I can’t afford but a heartbreak waiting to happen. His allegiances are shaky at best. One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me. (Glass Sword, page 251)

“He is still here. He helped the Guard raid Archeon; he led the takeover of Corvium. I only wanted him to choose a side, and he clearly has.” […] “He chose me.” (King’s Cage, page 388)

I wouldn’t say that Cal “betrayed” Mare. He definitely broke his promise but not betrayed her or anyone for that matter. I simply don’t agree with the equation: broken promise = betrayal. 

In fact, the two of them broke their promises. They did this a lot.

In GLASS SWORD, although the word “promise” was not used, it was implied. Mare firmly stated that under no circumstances would she surrender herself to Maven.

“Maven wants you more than anything else on this earth.”

[…] “Well, he can’t have me.” I realize the consequences of this, and so does Cal.

“Not even if it stops the killing? Not for the newbloods?”

[…] “I won’t go back. For anyone.”

I expect his judgment, but instead he smiles and ducks his head. Ashamed of his own reaction, as I am of mine.

(Glass Sword, page 249)

But Mare broke her “promise.” She did “go back.” Clearly, she knew it was a suicide move but still chose that card to save the people she loved.

In KING’S CAGE, Cal broke his promise too.

“Promise me. Promise you won’t leave. Promise you won’t go back. Promise you won’t undo everything my brother died for.”


“I promise.”

(King’s Cage, page 438)

Apparently, Cal did “go back.” For whom? For what? I don’t think Cal was that stupid to think that the road ahead would be easy. Surely, he knew that getting back his crown had a catch, especially since he was making a deal with the devil, people like Anabel Lerolan, Volo Samos, and Larentia Viper. Not to mention, he’d still have to oust the current King of Norta, Maven Calore, and defeat the Lakelanders (House Cygnet) to truly own the Burning Crown for himself. Yet, he wanted to at least try. He believed he could do something, and that’s what I admire about him. It was (also) a suicide move to join forces with such power-hungry people, but he still chose that path, because he believed it was worth it if he could make a change. Yes, it was kind of naive of him to believe that, but I don’t really want to underestimate the “rightful king.”

They didn’t choose each other. They broke each other’s heart. For a bigger purpose. All I’m saying is that I loved how both Mare and Cal willingly sacrificed their love (being together) for the country they both loved. Of course, you may disagree, but that’s how I see it in my point of view. And for that, I love them even more.

Has anyone ever written an AU where Liam doesn’t die, but they do find out that dreamshade is a deadly poison and the Brothers Jones become pirates together?!???!

CLEARLY Liam was not squeaky clean with his morality so like… imagine it. Imagine Liam and Killian denouncing the crown together and swearing allegiance to only themselves, a concept that is COMPLETELY radical for these two boys who practically grew up as ship slaves then pledged loyalty to a king they’d thought was there to do good.

Captain Liam Jones and Quartermaster Killian Jones……….. 👀

Liam in pirate garb. Flowy shirts. Revealed chest just like Killian. Leather. Probably blue or green waistcoats as opposed to Killian’s reds and blacks.

Liam being PISSED AF on Killian’s behalf for what happened to Milah.

The Brothers Jones together in Neverland.


idk if i need to add this to my masterlist au post

@lenfaz pls do you knoooowwww? you’re the brothers jones expert

me trying to explain Ávaxtakarfan to my friend: “so it’s like all these fruits bully the strawberry because she’s the smallest and all swear allegiance to this pineapple because he’s the biggest-”

my friend: “what about the watermelon.”

me: “there isn’t… a….

Ok so I saw this post about how when Lance takes over the Red Lion, she originally doesn’t listen to him until Keith is in danger, and then they take the fatal blow and then they realize their common interest of wanting to sacrifice all their development for their precious White boy Mary Sue, and Lance gets stuck in a healing pod and when he wakes up he realizes how much he loves being Keith’s replacement and everything is sunshine and rainbow bullshit uwu

Imagine the Galra managing to capture the red lion. After all it was practically decimating with a blast. The pilot is critically injured . And it’s out in the open. If even one lion is out of the running, Voltron can’t be formed, and you can bet your fat ass that if the Galra see an opportunity to put Voltron out of commission, they’ll fucking take it!

So while The red lion is being dissected and studied, Haggar takes it upon herself to interrogate the red paladdin. In his condition, his mental state is vulnerable, and she reads him like an open book. She learns about how he feels like a seventh wheel, and how he basically feels like all he’s good for is being a Great Value Keith. She takes her time using a twisted combination torture and gaslighting to exploit every one of his insecurities, feeding and twisting every last one, fanning the flames of his inferiority complex until it mutates into a grotesque inferno of flat out loathing for any and all things related to Voltron.
When the day comes where she doesn’t need to use any more infusions of corrupted quintessence to get him to voice his desire for vengeance, she knows he’s ready. She offers him a deal
“Swear allegiance to the Galra empire. In exchange, we’ll make you stronger than all the Paladdins combined. You’ll finally be able to get your revenge on the leader of Voltron. As well as everyone who ever thought you’d never amount to anything greater than his replacement ”
Throw in the promise to never invade the Earth, and the drugged up, tortured Lance can’t agree fast enough.
Cue the Revenge-of-the-Sith-esque montage of Converting Lances consciousness into an artificial intelligence uploaded into an androids body. An artificial intelligence with only two objectives; to destroy Voltron and further the interest of the Galra empire. But on the off chance that his emotions manage to go back to his friends, his new robotic body been programmed to override his consciousness in the off chance he ever hesitates to eliminate a target or acts in his own interests that go against the empire’s own.

When his friends finally manage to track him down through Red, they’re not going to even consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe they’re too late to save her paladdin. The boy from Cuba is dead. And all that’s left is his maliciously cold yet intensely burning, hatred. And. It’s. Consumed. Him. Whole.

It was a joke the first time.

We were defending our treehouse from Erec and his big sister. They had the bow and arrow their father had made them; my brother and I had our wooden swords and all the pebbles we could fit in our pockets. Our treehouse was our pride and joy, high up in the tallest oak tree on my father’s land, and we guarded it jealously.

By the time the sun began to dip behind the clouds we were all grubby, thirsty, and nowhere near ready to give in. Erec launched another assault. He climbed the first few branches easily; the oak was old, with spreading branches wide enough to sleep on. My brother and I peered through the leaves, clutching our weapons tight as Erec drew closer. We had the advantage of high ground, but Erec had a powerful swing even at that age and could easily have beaten us in a fair fight. His sister had disappeared.

He found a sturdy position, took aim, and released his first arrow.

It flew wide, outside the bounds of the tree, and disappeared. I lay on my stomach, dangling out of the door to the treehouse, ready to swing as soon as Erec came into reach. But he was wary, climbing a few feet and then releasing another arrow, always advancing, always just out of arm’s length.

He had only one arrow left.

He sat down, legs dangling either side of the branch. It swayed under his weight, but neither of us looked down. He fumbled in his quiver. If he was going to defeat us, it would be now.

He produced an apple.

He pointed behind me and took a bite, swinging his legs nonchalantly.

I almost didn’t turn. It would be just like Erec to trick me and then release his arrow. But he was flushed with success, almost laughing, and I twisted to see what was so funny.

His sister crouched on the roof of the treehouse.

I lurched to my feet, but my brother popped up next to her, a crown of daisies in his hair.


I scowled at him. “What are you doing sitting there, looking like a king?”

“I am the King,” he said.


I don’t think I forgave him for years. We certainly didn’t use the treehouse again. I concentrated on my studies, learning to use real weapons, real swords. I became a squire, then a knight, riding across the realm in search of creatures to fight and quests to complete. My brother laughed at me, on the rare occasions I was home. He said we should have badges.

He became a squire too, of course. But the King had died by then, and in all the trouble around the succession my father kept him close to home. He served my father’s household, becoming as good with a sword as I was, or better. He begged to come with us, as a squire if nothing else. Erec needed someone to keep his bow oiled and his arrows sharp. My father forbade it, and then I rode north to fight the Thulians and heard no news from home for a good long time.

I admit, when a messenger rode hard to tell us that the new King had appeared, my first thought was not relief. We were hard on the heels of Pellinore’s Questing Beast, and nothing less than the King’s coronation could have persuaded us to give up the hunt. At least, I thought, my brother will now become a knight like me.

We rode through the city walls the evening before the coronation. It had been a long ride. My horse was lame, my sword was dull, and I still had not seen the king to whom I would have to swear allegiance on the morrow.

I overslept. My jerkin stank of marsh water. The steward stuck me in the back corner of the cathedral, where I could neither see nor be seen. I dozed through the coronation, then stumbled down the nave to make my bow and present my sword, head bowed. It wasn’t until a hand touched my shoulder that I looked up and realised who I was swearing fealty to.

“What are you doing sitting there, looking like a king?”

“I am the King,” my little brother said.


Years past. Years of countless quests and nameless fears. He married the most beautiful woman any of us had ever known, with skin like milk and hair like spun gold. He sat at their wedding, chin propped up on one hand, in the haze between a good jug of wine and properly drunk, watching her fly as she danced with his knights. He had the stars in his eyes, and every star was her.

I took the chair beside him.

“What are you doing sitting there, looking like a king?”

“I am the King,” he said. “And she is my Queen.”


A shadow rose. A knight in black armour, with a twisted scar on one shoulder. Some whispered that he was my brother’s son. He wove magic with his tongue, hissing in the ear of my brother’s best friend. Lancelot was entranced by her, by the moonlight in her hair, and the day they ran away together all the stars in my brother’s eyes went out.

He mounted quests and raids. Invaded Cornwall, summoned Orkney to his aid. He burned his wife and he cursed her name, and he raised all the gold in the kingdom to defeat the black knight with magic in his fingertips and lies on his tongue.

They met at Camlann. On the banks of the river, where the floodwaters rise. We fought for him, for the love of our king, and I saw them fall.

In the middle of the battlefield, my brother fell.

Locked in eternal embrace.

A dagger in his side.

And another through the black knight’s throat.

I saw him borne away to Avalon.

Saw his sword sink beneath the grey waters of the lake.

And I bowed my head and prayed.


I came back, once.

An old man.

No longer able to grip a sword.

Or swing my grandchildren through the air.

They had put up a statue on the spot where my brother died.

He looked as he had done as a young man, sitting sideways on his throne. A sword in his belt, and stars in his eyes. One hand reached to touch his crown, as though he was about to take it off and offer it to me to try on, as he had done so many times. Laughing as I tried to balance it on my head. He never did make us badges for the quests we completed.

I bowed to him.

But did not kneel.

My knees too old, and my heart too full off pain.

My brother smiled at me with all the carelessness of a young man who knows he is loved.

“What are you doing sitting there, looking like a king?”


From this prompt by @the-story-shards-universe

anonymous asked:

Hello Fjorn! I have watched the tv show; Vikings, and wondered if you could tell us more about the vikings' rite of passage into adulthood. There don't seem to be much information available regarding this, and I'm curious of for example if they did give their children armrings like Bjorn and the other boys are given in the tv show. Was this a male-only ritual? Did the girls wear armrings, or oath-rings too? Could you write a little about those types of rings?Thank you in advance!

Velkomin(n), vinur minn,
(Welcome, my friend,)

From my experience, which is quite meager in the grand scheme of things, I have not yet come across any widely-practiced social rite involving arm-rings as gifts for coming-of-age ceremonies. I have a fair amount (hardly) of information that I could give you about children in the Viking Age and medieval Iceland, but nothing about arm-rings and coming-of-age ceremonies, it seems. To reassure you that I have at least given the search some effort, I have looked through several books for a direct reference (both primary and secondary), but to no avail. If you are interested in those, see the endnotes at the bottom of this post.(1)

I can say that arm-rings undoubtably held social weight, often demonstrating one’s wealth and prestige, but they could have various roles within society. As for women, they most definitely could wear arm-rings, among other types of jewelry. Our sagas may not mention it often, for those often have a very masculine lens through which they view their world, but other evidence suggests it to be so, such as burials (especially the Oseburg burial). Women often wore various types of jewelry, for it clearly demonstrated their rank to others within society.

In short, there are no direct examples (at least that I am able to locate) of this arm-ring giving scene. Yet, that does not mean that there are no places worth digging around. There are a few traditions that were quite similar, and gift-giving was a very important part of Viking Age society.


SINCE YOU HAVE ASKED about a scene from Vikings, which is loosely based on Ragnars saga Loðbrókar (The Saga of Ragnar Lodbrok (or Lothbrok)), that seemed to be a suitable place to investigate, at least in regards to primary sources. There are two versions of this saga, one that is not complete from AM 147 4to, and the most complete version from NkS 1824b 4to; my copy has been translated from the latter. Yet, perhaps without much surprise, there is no scene of Bjorn being given an arm-ring for reaching manhood. In fact, in this version, Bjorn is the son of Ragnar and a woman named Kraka (crow) and very little is said about his childhood, which is actually quite common for much of saga literature.(2) Nonetheless, all in the same chapter, Bjorn goes from being born to raiding with his brothers.(3)

There was, however, something rather similar to a rite of passage, which involved sprinkling a newborn baby with water (vatni ausinn), naming that baby (nafnfestr), and then giving that baby gifts. This process meant that the child had been properly brought into society.(4) An example of nafnfestr is actually found in The Saga of Ragnar Lodbrok, but later on when Sigurd Snake-in-the-Eye is born. Here is the passage:

“When he (Ragnar) saw the boy, he was asked how he would name him. He spoke a verse:

The child shall be called Sigurd,
he’ll hold court in battles;
much like his own mother’s
mighty father shall he be.
Of all Odin’s kindred
he’ll be accounted the best.
Showing a snake in his eye,
he’ll be the slayer of many.

Now he took a gold ring off his own hand and gave it to the boy as a name-gift.”(5)

That scene, although similar, does not involve an arm-ring nor a passage into adulthood. In fact, this gift does not even have to be a ring at all. In Völsunga saga (The Saga of the Volsungs), a similar situation occurs, but this child is given three gifts. It goes as follows:

“And when Helgi was born, Norns came to set his destiny, saying that he would become the most famous of all kings. Sigmund had returned from battle and went with a leek to meet his son. He gave the boy the name Helgi, and as gifts for this name-fastening he granted Hringstead, Solfell, and a sword. He bid the child to advance himself well and to take after the race of the Volsungs.”(6)

Young Helgi is given land and a sword upon his name-fastening (nafnfestr), yet nothing is told about any ritual that he must go through before becoming an adult. As we saw before with Bjorn, the saga quickly ages Helgi into adulthood with very little transition.


CHILDREN IN THE VIKING AGE, especially those of a bœndr (land-owner), were frequently sent away from their original homes to be fostered by another family.(7) This is something that does not happen in the show Vikings, although Ragnar was a bœndr himself (in the beginning). The system was rather complex, and, since you did not ask, I will not go into too much detail about it. The point in bringing this up is to mention that everyone in society had to be attached to a household, and that children were often not even directly attached to their paternal household.(8) Men above the age of sixteen and single women above the age of twenty could choose their own household arrangements, though.(9)

I would also like to bring up another aspect of that scene in Vikings. Bjorn is not only given the arm-ring to signify that he is an adult, but also to swear his allegiance to the chieftain. In reality, only the head of the household was required to be “in Thing” with a chieftain, meaning that that person (and their household) was to be a part of that chieftain’s assembly.(10) In other words, Bjorn would not have had to prove himself loyal unless he was formally taking on the role as the head of the household (and not just temporarily acting as the head of household whenever Ragnar goes abroad). It was possible to join and leave an “in Thing” attachment with a chieftain, at least in Iceland.(11) Was this true in Viking Age Norway? Perhaps not, but our sources for that are more limited or come from Icelandic authors (nor am I particularly well-versed in Norwegian sources).

Nonetheless, it seems that the ages for ‘adulthood’ varied based on gender, but not substantially. A male was considered an adult when he reached the age of twelve (which was also the same age in which he could became a target in feuds),(12) but he was not allowed to receive his inheritance until the age of sixteen.(13) The sagas suggest that women could marry as early as the age of thirteen, which perhaps indicates that as being the beginning of their adulthood (likely whenever they had their first period), yet they were unable to receive an inheritance until the age of twenty, and only then if they were unmarried.(14) Again, there does not seem to be any clear indication of any ceremonies involved with coming-of-age.

It seems that adulthood was not determined by a ceremony, but rather by the social situations that one was entering. At the age of twelve, a man would be able to prosecute in courts, sit as a judge, and take over their own chieftaincy.(15) Unfortunately, the sagas seem to suggest that a woman only began their adulthood through marriage, and, if not married, by the age of twenty. There may have been ceremonies imbedded into these ‘accomplishments’, but our written materials do not seem to have recorded them very well. Even if there was a rite of passage that took place, I do not believe that it would have necessarily been centered around the gift of an arm-ring, especially for the children of poorer families.


ALTHOUGH NOT INTEGRAL TO ADULTHOOD, arm-rings still held an important role within the minds of the Norse, yet this could also be said about various other types of crafts. Rings worn on the finger, for example, have often played important roles in Norse legends.(16) In the end, arm-rings could play various roles within society. Although I do not have any examples of them being used for a coming-of-age ceremony, I have found examples of them being used to bribe men in legal cases and to symbolize the formation of special bonds between king and follower.

This first example is a bit more relevant to the type of function that you originally sought, although not quite. In Egil’s Saga, Egil travels to England and serves under King Athelstan for a bit, which is quite a common practice for prominent Icelanders traveling abroad. After quite a bit of battling, Egil proves himself, having fought well and having been a devout follower. Upon returning from the battle, they enjoy a feast, but Egil is troubled, although he had been given the high seat that faced the king (a prestigious position in the hall). A disgruntled Egil and King Athelstan engage in a sort of respectful stare-off, and this is what follows:

“King Athelstan was sitting in the high seat, with his sword laid across his knees too. And after they had been sitting there like that for awhile, the king unsheathed his sword, took a fine, large ring from his arm and slipped it over the point of the sword, then stood up and walked across the floor and handed it over the fire to Egil. Egil stood up, drew his sword and walk out on to the floor. He put his sword through the ring and pulled it towards him, then went back to his place. The king sat down in his high seat. When Egil sat down, he drew the ring on to his arm, and his brow went back to normal. He put down his sword and helmet and took the drinking-horn that was served to him, and finished it.”(17)

Egil had proven himself in battle and yet felt that he had not been honored well enough for doing so. As a result, he was in an agitated state while in the hall until King Athelstan offered him the arm-ring. Later Egil is offered even more treasure, but it is clear that the arm-ring had a much more significant impact. This is much more about honor and recognition, though, than it would be any sort of transition into a new stage of life. Egil was honored, and his position with King Athelstan had improved along with that gesture, but he was still an adult and a follower in the end (although he could leave whenever he pleased).

Arm-rings did not only have a role among kings and the battle-hardened, though, for they could even find themselves as being tools for bribery in legal cases. In Njal’s Saga, a man named Eyjolf Bolverksson is bribed by a man named Flosi Thordarson for support in a legal case through the gift of an arm-ring. This case in particular was a high-risk case against Flosi, for he had set fire to Njal’s home, killing him and his family. Flosi originally tried to flattery Eyjolf, but once Eyjolf learned of what Flosi was after (his legal support), he quickly came to anger and rejected his request, for Flosi had done something very shameful, and this case would be hard to win (let alone trying to support someone whom the community already viewed so negatively). Yet, with the gift of an arm-ring, translated here as ‘bracelet’, Eyjolf has a change of mind:

“Flosi took a gold bracelet from his arm and spoke: ‘I want to give you this bracelet, Eyjolf, for your friendship and support and to show you that I have no wish to deceive you. You had best accept this bracelet for there’s no man here at the Thing to whom I have given such a gift.’

The bracelet was so large and so well made that it was worth twelve hundred ells of striped homespun. Hallbjorn pulled it up Eyjolf’s arm.

Eyjolf spoke: ‘It seems quite proper to accept the bracelet now that you are being so kind. And you can count on me to take over your defense and do whatever is necessary.’”(18)

There are a few examples of rings (not necessarily arm-rings, though) being given to children, but not for the purpose of that child having become an adult. In two cases in Njal’s Saga alone, children are given rings, but each for a different purpose (that is, not for adulthood). Early in the saga, two boys and a girl are acting as the adults in a game, pretending to act out the legal case that had just unfolded. They end up mocking the adults in doing so, and a man named Hoskuld gets agitated about it, striking one of the boys. Hrut, Hoskuld’s brother, called over the boy and does this:

“Hrut took a gold ring from his finger and gave it to him and said, ‘Go away, and don’t ever give offense again.’ The boy went away and said, ‘I shall always remember your decency.’”(19)

This ring did not act as a symbol of passage, but it did have an impact on the boy’s life. This generous gift from Hrut taught the child to act with kindness instead of with violence, as his brother Hoskuld demonstrated earlier in contrast. The other example is fairly similar, and so I will not quote it here to save us from the redundancy. In the end, as these examples have demonstrated, arm-rings, along with other symbols of wealth (often rings), often have various social functions. Arm-rings were used to bestow great honor, as we saw with Egil, or they could be used to bribe someone into assisting with a legal case. Rings, and perhaps arm-rings as well, could also be used to impact a child’s development, although this could have been entirely for literary purposes. Such a claim would require much more digging, but the possibility is still within reason.

I HOPE THIS INFORMATION has satisfied the needs of your question. Although I could not find any information about arm-rings actually being used for coming-of-age ceremonies, they did have a role in society that is worth mentioning (and investigating further), which we have discussed. I most definitely could have missed some useful or insightful material. My personal library is rather small, and I am still a young academic (only just now wrapping up my undergraduate stage). I would like to revisit this topic one day, but I have more reading and learning to do before I could tackle it properly.

Nonetheless, there are various other things we could discuss with more detail, such as the social practices of gift-giving in general, which could very well have included arm-rings even if they are not always explicitly mentioned. Still, such a discussion would not have fulfilled your question any more so than our current one has. If you have any follow-up questions, feel free to send them my way. I would be more than happy to continue this discussion.

Með vinsemd og virðingu,
(With friendliness and respect,)

1.  Primary sources: Bernard Scudder trans, Egil’s Saga (London: Penguin Books, 2002); Andrew Denis, Peter Foote, and Richard Perkins trans., Laws of Early Iceland: Grágás I (repr., 1980; Winnipeg: University of Manitoba Press, 2012); Robert Cook trans, Njal’s Saga (London: Penguin Books, 2001), Jesse L. Byock trans., The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki (London: Penguin Books, ); Jesse L. Byock trans., The Saga of the Volsungs (London: Penguin Books, ); Ben Waggoner trans., The Sagas of Ragnar Lodbrok (New Haven, CT: Troth Publications, 2009); and Angus A. Somerville and R. Andrew McDonald ed., The Viking Age: A Reader (Second Edition) (Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2014). Secondary sources: Rory McTurk ed., A Companion to Old Norse-Icelandic Literature and Culture (Malden, MA: Blackwell Publishing, 2007); Geir T. Zoëga, A Concise Dictionary of Old Icelandic (repr., 1910; Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 2004); William Ian Miller, Bloodtaking and Peacemaking: Feud, Law, and Society in Saga Iceland (Chicago: Chicago University Press, 1990); Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder ed., The Complete Sagas of Icelanders: Including 49 Tales, Vol. V (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997); Gunnar Karlsson, The History of Iceland (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2000); and Jesse L. Byock, Viking Age Iceland (London: Penguin Books, 2001).
2. William Ian Miller, Bloodtaking and Peacemaking: Feud, Law, and Society in Saga Iceland (Chicago: Chicago University Press, 1990), 122.
3. Ben Waggoner trans., The Sagas of Ragnar Lodbrok (New Haven, CT: Troth Publications, 2009), 12-13. (Chapter 7 of The Saga of Ragnar Lodbrok and his Sons)
4. Viðar Hreinsson, Robert Cook, Terry Gunnell, Keneva Kunz, and Bernard Scudder ed., The Complete Sagas of Icelanders: Including 49 Tales, Vol. V (Reykjavík: Leifur Eiríksson Publishing, 1997), 420.
5. Waggoner trans., The Sagas of Ragnar Lodbrok, 16. (Chapter 9)
6. Jesse L. Byock trans., The Saga of the Volsungs (London: Penguin Books, 1999), 47. (Chapter 8)
7. Miller, 122.
8. Ibid., 120.
9. Ibid.
10. Ibid., 17.
11. Andrew Denis, Peter Foote, and Richard Perkins trans., Laws of Early Iceland: Grágás I (repr., 1980; Winnipeg: University of Manitoba Press, 2012), 240. “It was a matter of contract: a man said publicly that he was joining the assembly group of a given chieftain, and if the chieftain concurred, his ‘assembly membership’ or ‘attachment’ was fixed. He could also say that he was leaving an assembly group or a chieftain could say that a man no longer belonged to his assembly group; he then had to join another.”
12. Miller, 207.
13. Gunnar Karlsson, The History of Iceland (Minneapolis: University of Minnesota Press, 2000), 56.
14. Ibid.
15. Ibid.
16. The Saga of King Hrolf Kraki and even the tale of Ottar’s Ransom from Norse mythology are fine examples of this.
17. Bernard Scudder trans., Egil’s Saga (London: Penguin Books, ), 100. (Chapter 55)
18. Robert Cook trans., Njal’s Saga (London: Penguin Books, 2001), 247. (Chapter 138)
19. Ibid., 18. (Chapter 8)


anonymous asked:

Do you think Edric Storm was educated in a way that will allow him to rule the Stormlands as many believe he will come Spring?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Oh, I certainly think Edric will be more than capable of ruling the Stormlands in a post-ADOS world. The boy has been raised as a prince in all but name, living exclusively in castles, having access to the same maesters and master-at-arms and training figures any young lordling would have. Edric was seen taking part in the same lessons Shireen Baratheon and Devan Seaworth had with the maester, and according to Davos never “miss[ed] a morning’s work with sword and shield”. Granted, we don’t know how talented he is in either department, but he’s certainly not lacked for education.

Apart from that though, Edric just seems like a good kid. He’s courteous in his actions, even to Davos, whom many in the Dragonstone court look down upon. Stannis points out (with some exasperation) that the boy has all of Robert’s charm, the charisma that could turn pro-Targaryen lords who came for his head into battlefield allies who died for his cause. When he knocks into Davos, he first insists Davos shouldn’t have gotten in his way when he was running … but immediately thereafter he helps Davos up and offers to get him aid for his cough. He seems to really care about Shireen, playing a game he thinks is silly because he knows it would make her happy and wishing he could bid her goodbye before he leaves in exile. Sure, he can be proud and confident in his own lineage, but he’s also 12 going on 13, and for the high haughtiness he could have as “the king’s son”, Edric instead seems to be a pretty decent person. Given time to mature, Edric could be Robert while improving on Robert’s faults - the sort of charismatic rebuilder who could bring people together again.

Plus, if the Seven and GRRM are good, Davos will be with him, to be his regent and de facto Hand. And if there’s anyone I could think would be perfectly capable of guiding the rulership of the Stormlands (and whatever portions of the Crownlands and elsewhere swear allegiance to young Edric) in the world beyond the Second War for the Dawn, it’s Davos Seaworth.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

anonymous asked:

i just want to add regarding to the stage drama, that yuuri and victor are doing the boston crab (please google it omg) while having the chihoko discussion. and also yuuri while sobbing stripped victor of his panties to wear it like a crown to himself , and saying "in swearing my allegiance these black panties are my crown!" because he want to do a "hara odori eros" with him LMAO


thank you for sharing this information anon you have done the world a blessing

anonymous asked:

I was wondering, do you happen to know anything about Lafayette's relationship with Napoleon (like how they viewed each other/did they work together despite their different ideologies) and how Lafayette lived or what he did during the Napoleonic Era after gaining his freedom from jail?

Hello, Anon!

Napoleon and Lafayette worked together occasionally, but the two never got along. Lafayette owed Napoleon for securing his freedom from Olmütz prison, so he tried to keep things civil. Napoleon didn’t make it easy on him. In exchange for his freedom, Lafayette was basically asked to swear allegiance to Napoleon…which he refused to do. In retaliation, Napoleon had most of Lafayette’s property sold off–making him practically destitute–and would not permit him to return to France. The former Marquis and his family had to live in Germany. They tried to get American citizenship and to secure passage to Lafayette’s second country, but the best the United States could do was let the Lafayette family recover in the US embassy in Hamburg. There was just too much going on in France politically for the fledgling US to offer sanctuary for Lafayette, who was considered a criminal to some in French power. This pained Lafayette substantially, but he accepted their decision.

Eventually, Adrienne de Lafayette–amazing as ever–persuaded Napoleon to let Gilbert return to France on the condition that her husband would be arrested if he attempted to return to politics in any capacity. She also saw to it that one of their estates was returned to them, along with many of their possessions. She is a gem and deserves to be remembered far more than she is.

Napoleon’s dictatorship rubbed Lafayette the wrong way for obvious reasons. When Washington passed away in 1799, the emperor put together a memorial centering on the first President of the United States…except that it didn’t. Instead, Napoleon spent most of the event comparing himself to the great American leader and twisting Washington’s legacy to suit his own vision for France. Lafayette was not invited, nor was he mentioned.

Napoleon tried to tempt the disgruntled war vet into serving in different political capacities of the emperor’s choosing and Lafayette refused about 4 or 5 different times. Napoleon even offered Lafayette the chance to become Minister to the United States and that was refused as well on the grounds that serving France and the US under Napoleon’s leadership would be detestable. In my opinion, it was a ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ situation for Napoleon. The man was an egomaniac and the idea that Lafayette would turn up his nose at positions of power out of principle was probably less disconcerting than the fact that he simply could not get Gilbert on his side. In response to this repeated rejection, Napoleon refused to promote Georges Washington de Lafayette, Gilbert’s son, in the army…despite note-worthy acts of courage and receiving a wound in Napoleon’s service. The former Marquis was unconquerable…and that irritated the would-be conqueror.

For a long time, Lafayette stayed secluded at his farm, La Grange, with his family. It was a time of disillusionment for the Republican-minded Frenchman. Eventually, he was offered a position he accepted, if only to continue his protests in a more public capacity and to try to stay in step with France’s future. When Napoleon was briefly replaced by Louis the XVIII, Lafayette was upset to discover that this new leadership wanted to strip voting rights for all but a select class of citizens. He did not attend the election.

Napoleon’s return seems to have bolstered Lafayette’s determination to be rid of him. The exiled emperor underestimated Lafayette’s resolve in an ultimately decisive way. Having been elected to the Chamber of Representatives, Lafayette wielded more political power than Napoleon anticipated…and France was just about done with being told what to do by a dictator. Napoleon moved to disband the Chamber. To defy this, Lafayette immediately called the Representatives to permanent session and stated that leaving the room under any circumstance in such a critical hour was to be considered treason. Napoleon, surprised by this sudden resolve, sent his brother in to negotiate. Lucien chastised the Chamber, questioning their loyalty. Lafayette had had enough. He got to his feet.

“What, you dare to reproach us with not having done enough for your brother! Have you forgotten that the bones of our brothers and our sons bear witness everywhere to our loyalty? In the sandy deserts of Africa, on the banks of the Guadalquivir and the Tagus, beside the Vistula and on the icy plains of Russia, during the last ten or twelve years three million Frenchmen have perished for the sake of this one man! For a man who today still wishes us to shed our blood against Europe. We have done enough for him; our duty is to save our country.”

The declaration was met with ready approval by the rest of the Representatives. Napoleon abdicated shortly afterward and died in exile. There was no love lost between Lafayette and Napoleon. Our favorite Frenchman was glad to see him go.